The next day, Sunday, was a little quieter than the rest of the week. Probably because the residents of the resort, after all the fun they had Saturday night, getting knocked up and knocked out, deemed it important to have some rest and give the party spirit a rest ahead of the new week.After last night, after Andre's-twin-brother's little comment about mistaking her for some redheaded Sophia, whoever the hell that was, she realized she was getting in too deep with the man. Confirmation was how she only wanted to see him yesterday evening despite the flood of men, and women, whom she could chat away the lovely evening with. She could barely concentrate on any other person in the event after that highly awkward conversation between her and his brother, and didn't want to be a buzzkill to Liz or anybody else as they all appeared to be having so much fun laughing away the evening while she brooded what Andre's relationship might have been with this Sophia. So, she cut her evening short
"What are you doing in my room?" She hollered in the room, making sure to leave the door open for fear of the unknown as she, angrily pushing forward, reached where Andre was sitting and grabbed the framed photo of her in a bathing suit away from his hand, hiding it behind her. "Up, up from my bed! You'll crease the edges. How did you even get into my room in the first place?" Andre, with a coy smile, measured Colleen up close. Good gracious, that body con stress she was wearing had his brain going haywire, flying in the direction of sinful and unapologetic. But he had come here this evening to render an apology for Gaten's behavior last night. And although there was nothing remotely apologetic about her slim, curvy frame in that black dress, he knew seducing her into her own bed at this moment would only confirm all the despicable things she thought about him. So, wearing his invisible good boy hat, Andre lifted himself from the bed just as she had instructed, quietly moving to
Shining stars in a moonlit sky were everything Colleen was dreaming about. And on that moon she sat, cross-legged, sipping from a glass of very expensive champagne while she made a painting out of the soulful hazel eyes of Andre Lourdes. It had been all about him through the night till she retired to bed and even after she had gone to bed. She just couldn’t help it. It was as if he had cast a spell on her—a good one, she hoped. Then her phone rang. Was she still dreaming or was that her mother’s ID on the screen of her phone? Groggily dragging the answer button, she placed the phone in her ear. What she heard next sent all the weariness in her eyes and the smiles on her face running back where they came from. “You spoiled little thing! After everything I did for you! I birth you, I housed you, I clothed you, I even sent your dumb ass to school, and look how that turned out for me? You can’t even call your mother at least once in a month to send her a little ‘thank you for bringing
"Excuse me?" Andre's eyes bore into hers. The goal was to make her uncomfortable and when she was feeling all sorts of heat on her, she would run out of the room and get him that coffee. Even though he didn't really want it. Watching Colleen Caddell squirm was fast becoming a box office act to him. But just as he was wrong on the whole room, workspace thing, he was also wrong on this one. Colleen stood her ground and said the word he least expected, not wavering in the slightest. "No." "No?" he repeated. "Yes, Mr. Lourdes. Go get your own coffee." Well, that went in the opposite direction he had planned. But he didn't push it. He simply left the room and after a few minutes, he was back with two cups of coffee. One for himself and one for her, completely oblivious of the third party in the room. When he realized Tobias was, in fact, a person, he turned unapologetically to him and said, "Oh, did you want one?" He chuckled, waving it off. "It's alright. I don't drink coffee any
“Put down that damn placard, man. You’re embarrassing the both of us.” Andre chuckled, tossing the placard into the closest trash can his eyes could see. Holding up a placard that read, “Welcome to Detroit! The City of the Coldest beers and the Hottest women,” was so lame that everyone kept giving him the stink eye. But he didn’t care. It was designed specifically for one eye only and that was his friend: Sean Patterson. “I can’t believe you showed up with a goddamn placard like those little girls who’d squeal when they see their father come out of the boarding room,” continued Sean in disbelief. “Really man? ‘Welcome to Detroit! The City of the Hottest Women.’ I am getting married in five days.”“And that, Sean, is five days more to enjoy the benefits of being a bachelor in the City of Detroit.” “Oh yeah? Tell that to Stella.” “Speaking of Stella, how is she doing? Is she still flying in tomorrow?” Andre asked, reaching out for one of the two luggage Sean had had to drag out of t
The next morning, Andre showed up in her room with a suit. A well-tailored double-breasted suit that fit him like skin and made Colleen’s jaw drop to the floor when she flung her door open to see him. How convenient was it that the first thing she sees this morning is Andre in a suit after a night filled with sinful dreams about the man? But this morning, she was feeling a lot more like herself. No way he should have that much power over her body just by him being two feet away. That was not the Colleen Caddell she knew. She had never squirmed over a man. Until she met Andre Lourdes. Making a throat-clearing sound, she asked, “why are you dressed like that?”“I have a business meeting.” Just as he said, there was something very business-y about his tone and Colleen concluded that that was Andre Lourdes in his element—closing multi-million dollar deals with all of his charm. Charm she was so desperately trying to make herself immune to. So, she forced a smile, waved him goodbye,
LIZ: DO NOT FORGET THE PUBLIC ENGAGEMENT ACTIVITY, TODAY. DARREN JAMES WASN’T SMILING WHEN HE SAID HE WOULD BE TAKING STATISTICS. WHAT ARE WE? TWELVE? ANYWAY, I SENT THE CARDS YOUR WAY. THEY SHOULD BE ARRIVING FIVE MINUTES AFTER YOU READ THIS.”Colleen read the notification and almost immediately, her phone rang. “Just checking to know if you saw the message,” Liz said when she hit the answer button. “Yes, I saw it. Thanks.” A few minutes later, a knock came on her door.Thinking it was the person Liz sent to deliver the cards, she quickly slid into a pair of biker shorts and skipped out of the closet to get to the door. To her surprise and infuriation, it was no other than Andre Lourdes, holding a long hunter-green maxi dress and of course, the cards Liz was just speaking of. For the longest two minutes of her life, she was standing, he was standing, and they were both staring at each other. But the difference was, Andre had his usual, charming, cocky smile. And boy, Colleen was
ANDRE was right in picking that green dress. Sizing Colleen with his eyes, as he always does whenever she was up close, he knew she was a size 8. So when he waltzed into Chanel’s store asking for a green dress for a certain redhead that could steal the attention of an entire room, the attendant knew who he was talking about. And just as he thought, he was right. Immediately Colleen stepped into the hall, heads swung in her direction. Even Andre’s breath caught. She was just so beautiful. Swiping a glass of champagne from the tray, he proceeded to meet the woman of the night. His night.“I suppose a little credit should be accorded to me,” he said, handing her the champagne glass. “The whole room is looking at you, Colleen.” She shivered nervously as she took in the pairs of eyes glancing in their direction. “You know, that kind of makes me uncomfortable.” “Uncomfortable because you happen to be the most beautiful woman in here, tonight?” Andre passed her a heartening smile, collec